Poem - Intellectual

[Hook]

You don't like my taste, you love my taste

Expensive taste, yeah, I just wanna fly away, fly away

Baby, you said we the same but we got different ways

No, my head ain't up to speed, I'm in my own pace

This shit not a race, smoke that gas, I melt away

I see my shadows, they move in night and day

If you not important then back up, get out my face

I just made ten racks in my pockets, now they stay

It's an average day, this ain't new to me, no way

Take a couple shrooms just to free up all that space

All this empty space in my mind, it feels so great

It hurts to think sometimes so it's hard to stay awake

All these thoughts, they hurt and I hate the hate they paint

Damn, my blunt it stank, high as fuck, I feel sun rays

Feel 'em on my face, yeah, I feel my face

Why you talk to me? You don't know my sex appeal

Look into my eyes, my emotions, they not real

'Cause I'm scared to show 'em, I guess that's what my dad taught me

Not allowed to cry, I just ran right to my mommy

I feel so irrational, I don't make good decisions

I'm just trying to grow, I'm like, "Why y'all in my business?"

Live your own life, don't look up to me, y'all trippin'